Her

A tribalist;

Politician with heartless thoughts,

Membrane of unjust acts,

Who gave you life?

Our society;

Bends on drunken roofs,

Stares at the shapeless bald,

Having jealous thoughts.

Your interest;

Want to benefit oneself,

Dislike our views,

You hate our motives.

You care¿

The matter is you,

The correct one you,

Jealous actions to others.

The few;

Trusting your innocent face,

Believing those words,

Why do all these?

Its fun;

You never care commune,

Minds will think big,

Hearts understand more,

And for sure,

No one will see you twice.